James McGranery sat back in his chair. His office was quiet, but haunted. His head pounded from the stress. Migraines brought on by stress, no doubt. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath.
Never before had he heard so many people say the same thing during a seemingly endless inquest from congress and the Department of Justice. He had expected even less from the man in question than he had received. He couldn’t believe that Toffer had admitted to everything. It was simply unheard of. Yet, the man had confessed.
They had their solid case. That meant that they would be able to begin pursuing their case. But they would hold off until the state of Iowa had finished with their case. By that time, they could get the tax fraud case added to the criminal case. It would be the first and only criminal case tried at a national level.
He opened his eyes and sat back up. It was time to get everything ready for the case. It was sad how this case had besmirched the reputation of the Midwest. He had always thought of Iowa as one of the most honest states in the union. Toffer had proven that it wasn’t as honest as believed. But, then, one couldn’t rightly judge an area based on the doings of a single family.
He took a deep breath. So much to do, so little time. the only reason the case was even being considered for national courts was the fact that Toffer and his company had taken government money in the past and had not delivered what had been promised. Toffer had even broken several federal laws or bent them for his own purposes.
His crimes needed to be addressed nationally. He had to serve as an example. No one else should be allowed to bend the law as he had. They had to get a conviction for it all.
He rose from his chair. Time to go see Eddy. Hoover wouldn’t be happy seeing him, but he had to talk with the man. There wasn’t any way around it.
Few people in DC ever wanted to go talk with Eddy. He was just too abrasive. Too full of suspicion of everyone. Too quick to hunt people down for differing with him in belief.
That wasn’t how a law man should be. They should be only interested in bringing real criminals, criminals like Toffer, to justice. Instead, Eddy wanted to persecute those who were different. Gays. Blacks. People believed to be “communists”. Anyone who didn’t hold Eddy’s belief or political view. People who were openly gay and mirrored Eddy’s privately held orientation.
Eddy’s sexual tendencies were an open secret. They were never mentioned, but were widely known. As was the fact that his second in command was his lover. And his tendencies to wear women’s clothing. Especially lingerie.
McGranary shivered. That was an image he really hadn’t wanted. Still, it was true. The man who persecuted others hid secrets of his own that made him a big hypocrite.
John Stephenson Graham had enough evidence to press charges against Toffer French for fraud. He was surprised that the man had confessed, though. Never, in his life had he witnessed such an easy confession. It almost seemed too easy.
He had appointed, mid case, to replace Dunlap. But with Eddy Hoover running the FBI, he wasn’t sure his stint with the IRS would last. He was the third person to have the directorship and everything was so unstable. No one seemed to have enough time to actually do what they started.
It was sad, really. If Eddy would just be reasonable, and amicable, everything could actually run smoothly. But Eddy had never been either of those. he had always been paranoid, abrasive, and hateful. What Eddy really wanted was to be President. He wanted to be in the ultimate seat of power so he could officiate his little witch hunt from the office of the Presidency. But he had not been able to run, so he had not been able to obtain the election. This, John supposed, added to Eddy’s bitterness and hate.
But then, Eddy was one of the most bigoted men John knew. And ignorant in many ways. He really had no clue what communism really was, nor did he know how to separate communism from socialism. to him, they were one and the same. They both led to the same results in his eyes. Too much power in the hands of the people.
Never mind that Democracy was about the rule of the people at the hands of the people, Eddy saw that kind of thing as dangerous. Destructive. Subversive. Equality was misguided and wrong. There shouldn’t be anything of the sort in the world’s greatest country.
In Eddy’s mind, the government was there to guide the people by telling them what they wanted. The masses shouldn’t be allowed to decide for themselves. That was a commie ideal. But John knew better. Democracy was about the people having a say.
Just as long as they paid their taxes, John didn’t begrudge them their freedoms or their right to choose the government. He respected that. He would want the same. He did want the same. Eddy wouldn’t take that away from him.
He took a deep breath. He had to go and pay the madman a visit. He had to hand in his portion of the case. It was ready for the indictment process. A trial was about to happen and he had contributed to the case. within his half, there were at least thirty counts of fraud and about the same number of counts of embezzlement. That, alone, would keep Toffer in prison for a few years.
He knew that the DOJ had at least ten counts of racketeering, thirty counts of extortion, fifteen counts of rape, and at least that in murder. The murders would either land him with a sentence of life without parole or it would warrant the death penalty. He was also sure that there had been the added counts of laundering as well to account for.
It was an open and shut case. Toffer would go down and go down hard. French Industries would be dissolved and the employees left without jobs. But that was the sad thing about cases like this. So many would be hurt simply by the closing of their livelihood.